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yea man prince was a pimp appolonia, vanity, sheila e. had me on the edge of insanity swore if i made it in music i’d be similar here i am, this is the future, im where the woman are rocking wit teninbam, y’all need me, shine a spotlight up, in the sky like batman, i pops right up this is nas hate if u must hate been hot since the days of c*ssette tapes t-shirts over the thermals dripped in our memories sipping that hennessey .45th in my denim jeans, she told me she was my eyelashes when we hump i grunt just like a bull mastiff, they call me the best who ever did it, only in the club one minute guess who i slip wit, a chocolate dike ghetto thing sweet, we going to pop tonight, bon apat*te

[chorus:] do you know who i am? and she says la lalala i already know what we can’t hold hands? and she says la lalala i already know you got to leave by three? u wit me? la lalala i already know so until next week? u know ma la lalala i already know

u know mirror mirror on the wall who’s the nastiest s*xiest thug of them all, i seen her in the mall she was wearing home degarsole keyoke mose cherry cologne she was lookin very alone till this big weightlifting mister universe clone starts grabbing her own , she cant stop looking im in the zone one look at the kid she taking of her stone, cash crazy *ss crazy hair long and baby amaze me because im in rare form she like an ice cold bowl of post honeycomb, followed me in the shop while i cop menna someone, tap me on the shoulder i told her i her im on the phone, i played it off well n*body was on the cell, sh*t she said the tone? she said mister so and so should i leave you alone?

you know, lover not a fighter i’m the v*g*n* liner re constructor, bed sheet ruffler, for u freak girls under cover who loves ya? im not a priest don’t front for me, but step in my confessional, that’s the bedroom , tell the truth ill be impressional wait before u p*ss ur collection plate, show me ua professional so we straight? she tried to kiss her lips but no i don’t do that, want me to kiss her lips but not where the newdge at, few stacks spend my chips, yea i do that, see the problem wit you woman is, look i got em’ u can hear a mouse p*ss on cotton, u don’t want to miss it then listen stop stressing the man we out to get as much s*x as we can, and u roll wit the plan shorty u lie but u got to leave, 2:45